<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499027" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet. To Generall Goring, After The Pacification At Berwi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br> Now the peace is made at the foes rate,<br>Whilst men of armes to kettles their old helmes translate,<br> And drinke in caskes of honourable plate.<br> In ev'ry hand [let] a cup be found,<br> That from all hearts a health may sound<br> To GORING! to GORING! see 't goe round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br> He whose glories shine so brave and high,<br>That captive they in triumph leade each care and eye,<br> Claiming uncombated the victorie,<br> And from the earth to heav'n rebound,<br> Fixt there eternall as this round:<br> To GORING! to GORING! see him crown'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III.<br> To his lovely bride, in love with scars,<br>Whose eyes wound deepe in peace, as doth his sword in wars;<br> They shortly must depose the Queen of Stars:<br> Her cheekes the morning blushes give,<br> And the benighted world repreeve;<br> To LETTICE! to LETTICE! let her live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV.<br> Give me scorching heat, thy heat, dry Sun,<br>That to this payre I may drinke off an ocean:<br> Yet leave my grateful thirst unquensht, undone;<br> Or a full bowle of heav'nly wine,<br> In which dissolved stars should shine,<br> To the couple! to the couple! th' are divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499027" data-title="Sonnet. To Generall Goring, After The Pacification At Berwi de Richard Lovelace" data-description="I. Now the peace is made at the foes rate, Whilst men of armes to kettles their old helmes translate, And drinke in caskes of honourable plate. In ev'ry hand [let] a cup be found, That from all hearts a health may sound To GORING! to GORING! ..."></div> </div> </div>

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